which has passed where i am

And if you go, chasing rabbits...

It was my first time playing Shadowrun 5th ed.  I was the group Decker and I was hacking this guy’s computer to get a lead on something.  When suddenly I go chasing  this red squirrel in the system.  When it runs it kicks up some dust and the GM has me make a roll, I succeed and chast the thing, thinking it might have the info we need.  Eventually it runs down into a hole.

Me: I roll to jump in the hole and catch the squirrel.

GM: Roll for attack.

I roll and get 3 sixes, which explode into more sixes.  I end up with 12 successes and catch the Squirrel.

GM: Congratulations, you are now trapped in a Wonderland where everything is happiness and sunshine, roll to see if you get addicted.

I pass, but I am out for the rest of the adventure.  Turns out the Squirrel was a trap set by an AI that was making Cyberdrugs, and I was trapped until the rest of the crew stopped it.  When I came to, my character couldn’t stop humming White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane as a side effect.

Actual Magic

A drabble from my sick bed - Emma has her happy beginning and I’ve been kinda wondering what comes next.  I know not everyone needs or wants to read about Swan-Jones babies, so warning that this deals with the idea of that, but with my own personal take on the subject.

I completely get where Emma is right now…she’s married and happy in that marriage.  Let’s be real…the idea of kids has already occurred to her, at least in the abstract when she saw Killian with Ashley’s kid at Granny’s.  This is my little take on what she may be thinking now that the wedding is over and the battle is done (let’s assume she’s won and everything is perfect).  I can see her struggling with the idea of kids, for lots of reasons and I kinda took it from there.

I’m going to be really transparent and admit that this is also a reflection on where I am personally in life.  Perhaps it’s uncouth to ask, but if you don’t like how this comes out, maybe keep it to yourself?  Life is imitating art in this instance and I’m baring my own insecurities and worries here, so be kind.  

If you don’t want to read about kids or babies or wondering about kids or babies, this should be a hard pass for you.    

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Romione Fic...

Hey all…

Is there a fanfic where Lavender isn’t an idiot?

Hear me out.

For some odd reason - which has yet to be explained to me - a lot of people hate Ron Weasley. And this… I don’t understand, b/c Ron Weasley is possibly one of the greatest characters ever. And my question is…Why does Hermione Granger get a free pass?

Allow me to explain.

(I think it matters to say here that I am a 35 year old woman, who’s teenage years are far behind her, which allows her some perspective)

Hermione Granger is an amazing feminist character (whether or not the author intended her to be that way is not the question here), but in being a feminist character, that doesn’t necessarily mean that she gets to be a raging bitch, b/c hey, feminism. That’s actually the opposite of the entire point of feminism, b/c feminism means that both genders are treated equally…And anyone want to tell me who in the Golden Trio seemingly always gets the shit end of the stick?!?!?!?

This is not to say that Ron didn’t act like a douche sometimes. Of course he did, he was a teenager, who already had massive issues w/ self-worth & inadequacy, growing up in a family where he felt that he was always the least loved. And I don’t understand how, in fandom, it seems like Hermione’s feelings get all this consideration & sympathy, while it feels like Ron’s feelings are just met w/ a “get over yourself.”

Ummmm…Seriously?!?!?!?

And that’s why I wanna find a fanfic in which Lavender isn’t some bimbo. I want to read a fanfic in which Hermione gets put to task, not b/c I don’t love her (cuz I do), but b/c I feel that Ron’s actions in HBP…Are kinda…Normal? Ron has never felt wanted, not by a member of the opposite sex. Hermione has (does no one remember Victor Krum?!?!?). Why is it thatHermione gets to have that experience, but Ron doesn’t?!?!?

I mean… Am I the only one in fandom who would want to see an epic Lavender/Hermione showdown? I kinda get that Lavender was written has a piece of fluff in the books, but I think I would love to read a fanfic in which Lavender (or some other love interest, who knows?) puts Hermione to task for expecting Ron to just know how she feels, when she spends a good amount of time…shitting on him? Like…Even if it wasn’t for the whole “we were stupid teenagers” thing…Doesn’t that hold merit, a little bit?

And before anyone says anything - they need each other. I completely & utterly believe that Ron & Hermione are meant to be together. I think they make perfect sense, they click in ways that I don’t even think they fully understand. I believe that Ron is Hermione’s heart, while Hermione is Ron’s head. I think they complete each other - not to say that they were incomplete w/out each other, but I think that they’re better people, more complete people themselves, w/ the other by their side. I think Ron knows Hermione a shitload better than she thinks he does. I think Hermione has a love/hate relationship w/ all the feelings Ron brings out in her - hates the way that he can make her lose her head, but loving the fact that he does, & can.

But… I kinda feels to me that people seem to think that Hermione “settled”, that Ron doesn’t deserve her, like she’s some perfect paragon of virtue. She isn’t. No one is. These are imperfect characters, these are human characters, who fuck up & say shitty things, & can sometimes act like complete & utter douchebags. That’s why I wanna read a fanfic in which Hermione is treated like…A human? Not “the brightest witch of her age”, not some incredibly intimidating person who people are afraid of.

No. I want to read a fanfic in which, for once, Hermione does some reflecting. In which it’s pointed out that it’s kinda fucked up that he almost had to die for her to speak to him in HBP. That she needs to do some growing up, too.

Ya know?

Eight ways to get where you need to be

1. Round the corner, first left and up the stairs. Yes, it really is that easy. I’m surprised you haven’t done it yet. Of course, you do have to start from the right place. But I’m sure you’re somewhere near there.
2. Follow your heart. It is not always easy to follow your heart. This is because you need your heart in your body pumping blood about in order to be able to follow anything. If you are the kind of person who will follow their heart no matter what you are probably a zombie or a ghost or something which is fine as long as your heart is somewhere where I am not. Thanks.
3. Never pass up on an opportunity for personal growth. Where you need to be has really high-up shelves and you will not be able to get stuff off them without personal growth. You will have to ask someone else or get a ladder and it is not at all certain that where you need to be will have ladders or other people. So don’t take that risk.
4. Check if you are where you need to bee by rubbing yourself on the reproductive organs of a selection of local plants. Where you need to be and where you need to bee may not be quite the same place, but they are close enough in the dictionary to give it a try. Watch out for bees which may be beeing there before you and may not welcome the intrusion, though.
5. Similarly it may be possible to start from where you need to B. Common places where it is good to B include at the start of ‘Botulism’, 'Banana’ and 'Buttocks’.
6. Dream big. The best way to dream big is to sleep big. Sleep huge if you can. The biggest dreams can take a month or more and may need special sleeping equipment, which can be hired from your local oneiric contractor shop for a very modest fee.
7. And never forget your dreams! Like the one you had last night. Do you remember that? Or the one the night before. Or what about that one where you were trying to get someone to eat something that looked like a cross between a mop and a spider? Do you remember that one? I hope you do, because you’re never going to get where you need to be if you don’t.
8. Finally, never give up in your quest. Never let it down. Never run around and desert it. And let’s not even get started on making your quest cry or other such shenanigans.

anonymous asked:

Got any fic recs?

I have all the fic recs :D but for what fandom? That is the question……

Here are some of my faves/some I’ve been reading recently so ENJOY 

Victuuri

[Press Start] by Kaizuka - Yuuri wakes up one day to find himself thrown into an otome game-like reality, where his love interests seem to consist of figure skaters from the Grand Prix, and many of his actions are dictated by one of three choices that pop up in a text box that only he can see. And, as he’s quick to find out, the only way out of the game is to choose a love interest and see the blossoming romance through till the end!

Unwritten by Kaizuka -  Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.

Gotta Have Soul by CelestialYuuri - Victor Nikiforov is a living legend in the music industry, but he’s losing steam after years of touring cities and continents that change in the blink of an eye.
Yuuri Katsuki is a musician who puts passion in what he creates, but he’s still timid when it comes to singing to his full ability. Victor meets him when he’s undercover while walking the streets of Sochi, and Yuuri unknowingly tells his idol all about his goal to give him a present later that night.
Hilarity and fluff ensues.So… here you go! The singer-songwriter AU that I’ve been dying to write, and this gives me plenty of excuse to do so.

All the works in the The Victuuri Humor & Fluff Collection by lucycamui - Yuuri has never been a natural, but he has a coach who is determined to guide him until Yuuri can recognize his talents both on and off the ice. Yuuri blinked at him. “You want to coach my kisses?” (smut warning for some parts) 

Otayuri 

The Demi!Yuri series by dawnstruck -  Yuri grows up and grows older and grows into himself. Otabek helps. It just takes a while to get there. (part 1)  Long distance relationships aren’t easy, but that just means they’ve got to make each moment matter, got to make it memorable, got to make it mean more. (part 2, smut warning)

Leoji 

A Different Program by Nikanaiko - Guang-Hong Ji was a very shy boy. He wasn’t a risk-taker, and he was rarely enthusiastic when it came to meeting new people, which was exactly why he managed to surprise everyone he knew, even himself, when he decided to sign up for an international exchange program. Not that it stopped him. He was prepared for the culture shock, the strangers, even the strange food.What he hadn’t been prepared for was Leo de la Iglesia.

Fierrochase

Bound X by Imwastingmylifeinhere - Have you ever been killed multiple times because two of your friends are head over heels in love with each other but won’t admit it?
… Okay, probably not. But Mallory Keen has and she’s not going to put up with this situation any longer. Making an alience with your friend’s friends (one of which is really handy with magic) to hook them up isn’t going too far, right?Or the one where Magnus and Alex are tied together for an indefinite amound of time by one of Hearthstone’s runes (that TOTALLY wasn’t on purpose)

Magnus Chase and the Obligatory Hogwarts AU by Imwastingmylifeinhere -  Do you really need a summary? The title says it all.

Blitzstone

Othala (ᛟ) by apollosukulele though the authour is crap and never updates and is constantly letting down her people - Hearthstone was so happy the first time he communicated with his soulmate. The five-year-old elf had been drawing on his arm, creating images of trees and birds in a bright green felt-tip pen. He hadn’t been expecting anything in return; he was simply doodling in a carefree fashion to pass the time he was forced to spend in solitude before he was allowed to join the rest of his family for the evening meal. Blitzstone Soulmate AU where anything you write or draw on your skin shows up on your soulmate.

Literally anything by I_Am_The_Circle bc she is the Local Blitzstone Dealer™ and it’s great

Devan or Davan or ?? (Evan Pancakes x Dab Howlter bc I am literal trash) 

Mixtape by LittleTime -  Music has a way of expressing the feelings you can’t express yourself. A fanfic in which Dab and Evan decide to declare their feelings to each other through mixtapes.

I hope at least one of these satisfies your fanfic needs and if you need any more….. well l’m sure I can help out :D 

[LYRICS] Reflection by BTS (Rap Monster)

Korean

I know
Every life’s a movie
We got different stars and stories
We got different nights and mornings
Our scenarios ain’t just boring
나는 이 영화가 너무 재밌어
매일매일 잘 찍고 싶어
난 날 쓰다듬어주고 싶어
날 쓰다듬어주고 싶어

근데 말야 가끔 나는
내가 너무너무 미워
사실 꽤나 자주 나는
내가 너무 미워
내가 너무 미울 때 난 뚝섬에 와
그냥 서 있어 익숙한 어둠과

웃고 있는 사람들과
나를 웃게 하는 beer
슬며시 다가와서
나의 손을 잡는 fear
괜찮아 다 둘셋이니까
나도 친구가 있음 좋잖아

세상은 절망의 또 다른 이름
나의 키는 지구의 또 다른 지름
나는 나의 모든 기쁨이자 시름
매일 반복돼 날 향한 좋고 싫음
저기 한강을 보는 친구야
우리 옷깃을 스치면 인연이 될까
아니 우리 전생에 스쳤을지 몰라
어쩜 수없이 부딪혔을지도 몰라

어둠 속에서 사람들은
낮보다 행복해 보이네
다들 자기가 있을 곳을 아는데
나만 하릴없이 걷네
그래도 여기 섞여있는 게 더 편해
밤을 삼킨 뚝섬은 나에게
전혀 다른 세상을 건네
나는 자유롭고 싶다
자유에게서 자유롭고 싶다
지금은 행복한데 불행하니까
나는 나를 보네
뚝섬에서

I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself

English

I know
Every life’s a movie
We got different stars and stories
We got different nights and mornings
Our scenarios ain’t just boring
I find this movie very amusing
Everyday, I want to shoot it well
I want to caress myself
I want to caress myself

But you know, sometimes
I really really hate myself
To be honest, quite often,
I really hate myself
When I really hate myself, I go to Dduksum*
I just stand there with the familiar darkness

With the people that are smiling
And beer, which makes me smile
Coming to me softly,
Fear, which holds my hand
It’s okay because everyone is in twos or threes
It’d be nice if I had friends too

The world is just another name for despair
My height is just another diameter for the earth
I am all of my joy and anxiety
It repeats everyday, the love and hate directed to me
Hey you, who’s looking over the Han River
If we bump into each other while passing, would it be fate?
Or maybe we bumped into each other in our past life
Maybe we bumped into each other countless times

In the darkness,
People look happier than the day
Everyone else knows where they’re supposed to be
But only I walk without purpose
But still, blending in with them is more comfortable
Dduksum, which has swallowed up the night
Hands me an entirely different world
I want to be free
I want to be free from freedom
Because right now I’m happy but I’m unhappy
I’m looking at myself
At Dduksum

I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself

(T/N: *Name of the island that Namjoon goes to, to think/write lyrics)

Trans cr; Jessie @ bts-trans
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FC Barcelona’s new head coach Ernesto Valverde during his presentation at Camp Nou stadium in Barcelona, Spain on June 01, 2017. 

“My predecessors have all been top quality like Luis Enrique, Tito Vilanova, Guardiola and Johan Cruyff. When I think of them I realise that this is the challenge I wanted. I am enormously grateful to the president and the Board for choosing me. It’s a great responsibility and I hope to be able to repay that confidence,” 

 “Barça style is known all over the world. My idea is to take it further, adapting myself to it and giving it a little tweak if possible. I will try to bring a passing style of play where we win the ball back quick with the team being, above all, balanced.”

 “I am lucky to be able to coach Messi and it will be a once in a lifetime experience. When you think that Messi has reached his peak, the next day he surprises you. I hope to enjoy his football and help him to improve, if that’s possible.” 

“We have a tour with three games against big teams and the idea is to be well prepared for the Super Cup clash with Real Madrid which is a trophy we want to win. We hope to win every competition we are in next season.”

[future|past]perfect

This could be more, as it’s as much narrative outline as story, but I think it’s still something. For @ichirukimonth Day 18: A Perfect End (August 24). 2,571 words, with a song:


I asked myself: was I content,
with the world that I once cherished?
Did it bring me to this darkened place
to contemplate my perfect future?
I will not stand nor utter words against this tide of hate.
Losing sight of what and who I was again

It is Christmas, 2032. Kazui started college in 2023, and an already ambivalent marriage that had been kept together in his name started quietly coming undone. By the time he graduated in 2027 it simply dissolved, just another statistical casualty. Last Ichigo heard, she was with Uryū.

He is 47 years old. He’s as grizzled as his father now, but lacks any of his affected cheer. He’s long past allocating blame. Lately he merely wonders: why not a Santen Kesshun or Sōten Kisshun here, or a memory replacer there? How did he wind up in such a circumstance when it could’ve been changed at any time?

I’m so sorry if these seething words I say
Impress on you
That I’ve become anathema of my soul

He’s been binging movies the past few days. It’s Christmas after all, so there’s It’s a Wonderful Life. There’s Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, because, well, he could always go and have it all erased. It wouldn’t even have to be her who did it… There’s Looper and Donnie Darko and… You know, maybe he and his memory aren’t the things that need to be erased. Maybe. Maybe…

He goes to Kisuke.

I can’t say that you’re losing me
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world,
Though I know where this is leading
Please
No tears
No sympathy

Kisuke has never been happy about how Yoruichi left, and Kisuke still owes him.

“I want to go back,” Ichigo eventually says over tea.

“… Back to where, Kurosaki-san?” Kisuke asks with confusion. Soul Society? That would be easy, but…

“… The beginning. No… just a little after then…” Ichigo muses, considering it more carefully.

Kisuke raises an eyebrow.

Ichigo explains.

“Out of the question,” Kisuke objects.

“Are you saying it’s impossible?” Ichigo demands.

Kisuke looks down and to one side, his hat obscuring his face.

“I remember Aizen bragging about how his Kurohitsugi would warp space and time…” Ichigo continues.

“We can’t,” Kisuke says gravely.

A small eon passes.

“What do we have to lose?” Ichigo asks, with all the light airiness of a falling feather.

I can’t say that you’re losing me
But I must be that which I am
Though I know where this could take me
No tears
No sympathy

It is Christmas, 2037. Preparations are complete. Kisuke has finished the machine. Ichigo has ended his training.

He is 52 years old.

Kisuke somberly passes him the device. It looks something like a smart phone, seemingly  rather innocuous. He presses it into Ichigo’s hand firmly. “You just click the button on the side and confirm the data on the screen.”

“Right.”

Kisuke doesn’t let go. “You’ll have to make sure.”

There’s a long pause before Ichigo quietly says “I know,” and heads for the senkaimon.

A moment later, he’s in Soul Society. He can feel it hum in his bones.

The guards start at his sudden appearance, but his profile is known to them, even if he hasn’t been through the gate in 35 years.

Ichigo strides forward into the middle of the plaza to wait patiently below a light snowfall. He hasn’t seen her since things started getting tense, shortly after he turned 30. She’ll show up sooner or later.

Gracefully
Respectfully
Facing conflict deep inside myself
But here confined
Losing control of what I could not change

He doesn’t have to wait long.

Rukia drops out of flash step casually some 20 minutes later a few meters ahead of him.  She’s youthful as ever, her hair long and braided here and there, her haori fluttering elegantly. It seems hardly a day has passed for her.

Her eyes widen as she takes in his appearance—he sees it all before she brings her expression under control.

“Ichigo?” He looks so much like his father, though his hair is long like that time, after the fight with Aizen.

“Yo, Rukia,” he ventures with an awkward but natural smile.

Her brows knit together in confusion. “What are you doing here?” Soul Society doesn’t celebrate Christmas, but…

“Uh…” Ichigo begins. He closes his eyes and rubs at the back of his head. All this time and he never really thought of what to say.

They stand in silence for a time before he exhales and drops his head. “Hey. If we could do it all over again, would you want things to end up like this?”

Rukia squints, then frowns, and finally turns away, crossing her arms at the directness of the question. “After all this time, you come here now to ask something like that? Don’t expect me to answer that kind of thing,” she says with a quiet voice.

Ichigo studies her back intensely. Something about the way she said that… No, you wouldn’t. He closes his eyes and draws in a breath, basks in her reiatsu one last time. I’m sorry, Rukia, but… I already know your answer. At last he turns away, pitching his voice up with mirth. “Oi, Shinigami. I’ll be back.”

Rukia blinks again and furrows her brow in recollection. “It is not Shinigami—” she begins, turning around. Her eyes go wide as Ichigo is nowhere to be seen or felt. There is only the faintest distortion in the air, like a heat shimmer. She immediately looks around in alarm, but there is no sign of him. He’s just vanished.

Gracefully
Respectfully
I ask you “Please don’t worry,”
Not for me.
Don’t turn your back
Don’t turn away

It is late June, 2001.

He is both 15 and 52 years old.

Ichigo the Elder stands within the Soul Society of the past for only an instant, his reiatsu suppressed to the maximum. In the blink of an eye, he uses Shadow to slip into the Schatten Bereich. He doesn’t care whether he was noticed—his presence was simply too brief to be anything but a hallucination.

He glances about with disinterest before jumping up far above Wandenreich’s rooftops, quickly locating Silbern.

A second longer and he is there, inside its halls.

He pauses long enough to quickly look around, and then the screaming starts and doesn’t end.

By the time Ichigo arrives at the throne room, the halls are slathered in dripping, viscous crimson.

He advances into the room methodically, spotless for his prior speed. Sure enough, there are Yhwach and all the Sternritter. Ichigo looks down at the floor in thought.

There is a deathly quiet.

“Who are you?” Haschwalth demands.

“… Kurosaki Ichigo?” Yhwach soon mutters. But that’s impossible, that boy is only 15, and…

A sinister grin creeps to the corners of Ichigo’s mouth. “I am… the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.” His voice distorts ominously as he finishes the sentence; his skin blanches to a pallid white; his hair flies back as if in the wind, suddenly long and flowing; and his eyes glow like embers before a horned skull mask forms over his face.

The room is cast in an altogether different red from the hallways, one of pure rage, before it gains that other color, splattered and splayed across the walls and floor and ceiling as judgment is rendered upon the Quincy once more.

I can’t say that you’re losing me
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world
Though I know where this is leading

Sometime later he is atop Karakura Hospital, once more wreathed in a shihakushō. Locating Ryūken is easy. He’s in the man’s office in a flash.

Ryūken looks up from his paperwork with a frown. Something about the face is strangely familiar, but… “Shinigami aren’t welcome here.”

Ichigo grins and casually tosses something onto his desk. “You should tell your son the truth.”

Yhwach’s head lands upon the desk with a wet thud, rolling to face Ryūken with an expression of mute terror as it oozes red ichor onto the papers.

Ryūken’s eyes go wide in alarm and snap up toward the coldly arrogant face that he now all too clearly sees resembles Isshin’s. For the first time in quite a while, he grasps for words.

Ichigo slowly lifts a finger to his lips in an exaggerated gesture of “Shh,” raising his eyebrows. “Don’t tell him. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, now would we?”

Ryūken isn’t able to blink before Ichigo turns and opens a garganta, disappearing.

Please
No tears
No sympathy

Ichigo is less thorough in Hueco Mundo by choice. He’s already in his Hollow form by the time he enters Las Noches and he doesn’t dally. He liquidates Yammy and Szayelaporro in a perfunctory way, leaves Grimmjow thrashed but alive on his way to terminating Rudbornn and Zommari, and viciously crushes Ulquiorra to within a millimeter of his life. Perhaps it’s a mistake, but perhaps they will have utility. He only needs to make sure of two targets, after all. Everything else is… sporting.

He gives Aaroniero all of his attention, because their meeting is personal.

By the time he’s confronted by Starrk, Baraggan, and Harribel, he’s already satisfied and sated. The rulers of Hueco Mundo may keep their crowns of sand. He departs as quickly as he arrived, leaving them perplexed but warily grateful in the shattered ruins of Las Noches.

I can’t say that you’re losing me
But I must be that which I am
Though I know where this could take me

Ichigo is again back in black by the time he steps out of Soul Society’s senkaimon, but he has no time to tarry. In an instant he is at the doors to the Captains’ Assembly Hall, knowing them all to be there. He stops to shove the doors open theatrically with both hands, standing squarely in the entryway.

He has enough time to look up and down their ranks before Yamamoto can even begin to rebuke the interruption. He has never been affected by Kyōka Suigetsu—would it even matter anyway, since it’s a different timeline?—and easily ascertains that yes, Aizen is really there.

“What is the meaning of—” Yamamoto begins.

Ichigo has already stopped in front of Aizen, and stabbed him through both the soul sleep and binding chain. There are no errors in it—of this he is absolutely certain. He follows up by snatching his glasses with his off-hand and upper-cutting him backwards through the wall with his swordhand.

The Captains have enough time to widen their eyes in shock, but not to track the events, when Gin and Kaname are each kicked through the walls in turn.

Once they can move, Ichigo has already grabbed Byakuya and disappeared.

No tears
No sympathy

They pop back into existence in the lair of the conspirators.

Byakuya stands tall after being flung toward a computer bank, reaching for Senbonzakura’s hilt. “You—”

Ichigo holds up a finger to silence him and begins working a keyboard, his every motion showing his utter disinterest and lack of concern. “Do you really think that tormenting Rukia for 49 years was what Hisana had in mind?” he asks quietly.

Byakuya falters but for a split-second, but for him, that is more than enough. “What…”

“You made two promises you shouldn’t have: to your parents to defend the rules, and to her to protect your sister. Which will you keep?” Ichigo muses.

“Who are you?!” Byakuya demands, letting his temper flare through.

“I’m…” Ichigo begins as he enters the final keystrokes. A pedestal emerges from the floor in the center of the room, rising up, bearing the glittering form of a Hōgyoku. He walks over and takes it, studying it for a second before pocketing it and turning to face Byakuya directly, looking him dead in the eyes. I really want to use that ‘the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come’ line again, but… “You think that if you don’t obey the rules, who will? Well, I’m a Shiba. And if I was you, I would definitely… fight the rules.”

Byakuya’s eyes widen before he narrows them down to slits. “Shiba…? What do you want?”

Ichigo watches him placidly for a moment. “'Dying to exterminate great evil. Know that this is the spirit of the Gotei 13,’” he recites, before glancing at the computers. “You’ll find proof of the crimes of Aizen, Ichimaru Gin, and Tōsen Kaname in these.”

With that, he turns away.

“What is your given name, Shiba?” Byakuya asks.

Ichigo smiles to himself. It’ll make things more amusing. “Ichigo,” he says, and disappears again.

No tears for me, no sympathy

It’s early afternoon when he appears at home. He can immediately tell that Karin and Yuzu are at school as are… he and Rukia. He frowns at the thought and heads into the clinic.

Isshin is at his desk working on a report. Something tells him it’s Ichigo that’s just entered, but… “You’re home early?”

Ichigo casually tosses Aizen’s glasses onto the desk such that they slide to rest in front of his dad, the lenses cracked from how he grabbed them.

Isshin blinks at them in confusion, then recognition, before turning around. His face falters in shock.

“You should tell your son the truth,” Ichigo repeats solemnly, studying his father’s eyes for a second. He turns and adds “This weekend,” before walking out.

He takes a glance around the living room before teleporting to the roof. He’ll have more than enough time to eliminate Ginjō, Tsukishima, and Giriko, grab Yukio and Riruka, bring them to this Kisuke, explain everything, and be back here before he has to move on. I should probably help him out and get him a present to give Yoruichi when she shows up…

No tears for me, no sympathy

By the time Ichigo returns, it’s after midnight. He knows the other him and Rukia are asleep even from outside. Appearing in his bedroom, he ponders Ichigo the Younger for a time. Producing the Hōgyoku, he begins the kidō ritual to seal it within his younger self’s soul.

Once he finishes, he goes to the closet door and cracks it open to consider Rukia. The wan light casts a fine line across her face, but she doesn’t rouse.

Ichigo contemplates her timelessness for a while, then his younger counterpart, and back again. They’re a matching set now, in every way. Perhaps they can do something new with it—something more.

He quietly closes the closet door and departs for the Urahara Shop, whispering “See you around, Shinigami.”

The rest of his journey is largely uneventful, until he’s standing atop the Vestibule Road in the Soul King’s Palace, surrounded by the Royal Guard and Divine Soldiers.

“Identify yourself, intruder,” Senjumaru commands.

Ichigo throws his head back and laughs, resting Zangetsu on one shoulder. He eventually returns his gaze to their plane, tapping the sword against his shoulder as he proclaims “A horse! A horse!”

Zero Division exchange small, confused looks.

Ichigo gestures about with his free hand and swings the sword around to point it at Ichibē, waggling it slightly. “My kingdom for a horse!”

All weapons rise against him.

“Bald Guy, I thought you were the 'Monk Who Calls the Real Name’!? I am…” Ichigo grins for effect, “the Soul King!”

Ah, I think we all misunderstood. I just googled South Korea’s prosecution process so please correct me if I am wrong.

His case was scheduled to pass to the prosecution on the 16th. What this actually means is that the police would hand over the case to the prosecution on this date with recommendation of procedure (recommended does not mean it will necessarily happen) which in this case is a trial. The prosecution has 10 days to review the case - this is where we are at right now. If the prosecution needs an extension they can request for additional 10 days. Going forth the next step is the prosecution to indict or not to indict. Indictment would mean going on trial, and non-indictment means the case is completely dropped and closed unless the accuser appeals.

I recently found out that the girl I sit next to in school is an aquarius sun with a cancer moon, which is funny because I am a cancer sun with an aquarius moon and I feel like we are completely different in most aspects (she’s very active and adventurous, I’m lazy. she’s blonde and has pale green eyes where one is half brown - mine are a gross shade of muddy hazel) but get along very well. She seems tough and doesn’t talk too much, but when I pass her little notes with jokes or funny drawings she always laughs and keeps them in her pencil case. Once we skipped a self-study class together and went to the sports centre where she plays this weird medieval fighting simulation game and wanted to show me her “weapon” (they hit each other with wooden swords and spears that have cushions tied around them - must be hilarious) but the centre was closed so we just walked around, talking and eating sweets together…

I think I have a little friend crush on this person

Heart and Soul

Trigger Warning: Character Death, Angst


Dear (Y/N),

             This is the hardest letter for me to write, saying good-bye to you is the hardest. I couldn’t do it in person, I’m sorry, I know it’s cowardly, but I can’t look you in the eye and confess my sins to you. I can’t see the look of disappointment in your eyes. I love you little sister, never forget that.          

Events over the last two years have led me to make poor decisions; which has gotten me to the point in the road where I am now. I can’t tell you the details, except they were warranted, and I am guilty.

A vote was called earlier today for me to meet Mr. Mayhem, and it was passed unanimous for me to meet him.

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Not A Bad Thing ~ Part Two

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I let Jang Mi drive this time, while I sat in the passenger’s seat looking over the terms of our contract. Wow, they weren’t joking. It was a thick packet which spoke on how inappropriate pictures that would ruin their image must be destroyed. It also speaks on personal space and so on.

“Wow,” I mumbled, “These guys are a big deal aren’t they?” I was speaking to myself, but I didn’t miss Jang Mi snicker beside me.

“You finally get it huh? They are big deals! What’s even a bigger deal is that Sehun is interested in you. It’s only been 4 days since the party and he’s tried to reach out to you like 4 times.” Jang Mi’s eyes stayed on the road but her smile didn’t flatten.

“I just want to do my job,” I whined, “I didn’t expect them to want us to work so quickly. If anything, Mr. Oh had something to do with it.”

“He probably wants to see you again.” She stated. All I could do was roll my eyes. I read over the contract once more as Jang Mi pulled into the parking garage of the tall building that towered over us.

At the very top of the building it read ‘EXO Inc.’ in bold dark blue words. While Jang Mi searched for a parking space in the crowded area, I took the contracts, which we had already signed, and placed it into the folder, along with the extra copies we made. I grabbed the folder in one hand, taking my phone out of my pocket with the other.

I checked the time and saw that we were not running late. That’s a relief, but for some reason…I feel tense and uneasy. I sighed, before shoving my phone back into my pocket. 

I leaned back in my seat, watching as Jang Mi backed up into a small space on the second level of the garage. As she turned off the engine, she handed my key back to me. I took my seat belt off and opened the car door, stepping out. I closed the door before opening the door to the backseat.

Jang Mi did the same thing, and we both grabbed our backpacks with our gear. The pictures for today are commercial, so basically a photo shoot. I was looking at the contract, and it made me realize this isn’t a one step project. This could space out to a month or two.

 Jang Mi was excited, while I wasn’t sure how I felt. As I shoved my car keys into one of the smaller pockets of my backpack. After putting the bag over my shoulders I shut the door. I could hear Jang Mi groan she realized all the walking that would have to be done to get off the second floor of the parking garage.

Even though Jang Mi complained the whole way, we were soon in front of the tall building. Men and women in suits were entering and exiting the building at a fast rate, all of them looking stressed and tired. Ugh, I always knew work like this wasn’t for me.

Never thought Sehun would be part of something so big. I was hoping things would be like the movies. The bully ends up somewhere awful in life while the person he bullied is doing well. A part of that is true. I am doing well, he’s just doing…better.

He promised to explain why I’ve been an emotional mess around. I don’t know what to expect. It’s trauma, isn’t it? It’s probably trauma.

Still, in my mind, it’s a sick joke from God to have me cross paths with Sehun. I don’t care what he has to say to me, and I am not trying to make any lasting impressions. I don’t want a friendship out of this either. We strolled inside, ignoring the curious looks from the passing people.

 We entered the lobby which had a high ceiling. Half of the wall on our left was glass, giving a clear view of the people walking up to enter the building. Jang Mi looked at me for guidance and I simply nodded towards the front desk where 3 women sat, looking occupied with some documents.

We walked up to the desk, waiting for them to show us some sort of attention. They kept their eyes on the papers in front of them. I clenched my teeth as one of the women glanced up at us but made no effort to assist us.

It is eight in the morning, I am not going to put up with this.

“Excuse me,” I spoke a bit loudly. Still no response. I scoffed.

“Excuse me!” I yelled, this time hitting my hand on the desk. All three of them looked up, feigning fake surprise.

“Yes, ma’am?” The one with brown hair spoke.

“We have an appointment with Mr. Oh.” I stated our business, “Yet, we aren’t sure what floor or room we are supposed to be going to.”

The woman looked us up and down, clearly wondering what business we had with Mr. Oh. It’s not because of what we’re wearing, is it? I am pretty sure that we dressed well. I glanced down at my outfit. I wore navy blue straight legged pants, that almost seemed like the bottom to suits for women. I topped it off with a cherry red blouse and a blazer that matched my pants. My hair was pulled back, to keep it out my face.

My shoes were heels that Jang Mi convinced me to wear. She said we should look professional, which I agreed with. But, there was the one time I didn’t want to wear heels. Sehun might think I’m dressing to impress him, and that’s not the case.

“An appointment?” The female repeated.

I nodded, “We are the photographers from Moment. Y/N and Jang Mi.”

She typed something into the computer and looked back up with a strained smile, “Yes, it says so right here.”

After showing her our ID, she informed us of where we were to go. We walked to the elevator, lugging our gear with us. Jang Mi pressed the button and we stood there waiting. The elevator door opened many times, floods of people joining us and exiting the next stop. Once we got to the floor, we were meet by a hallway. The door directly across from the elevator was the door that we were supposed to enter.

I stepped out the elevator first, twisting the doorknob and opening it. I peeked my head in to see a photo shoot set up. The backdrop, the computer, the lights and all that. On the farther side of the room was a large curtain that was pushed back so I could see what was behind it.

There stood 3 women who seemed to be stylists because behind them were racks of clothes. Also, there were 3 people to assist us with the photos.

These guys went all out. The assistants and stylists all came to greet us. I was completely surprised. We all discussed what the goal of today was, along with what we need to do to work together well. Jang Mi and I started setting up everything. Luckily one of the assistants brought some super loud speakers. I plugged my phone in and set it on my regular photoshoot playlist.

Jang Mi and I began to set the cameras up, and putting the together. This time we brought about 4 camera bodies and 5 lenses, along with flashes and diffusers.

After getting the cameras set and connected with the computer, the only thing that was left was the subjects themselves. I started aimlessly walking around the big and spacious room. That tense feeling was still sitting on my shoulders. I suddenly noticed a table of food, that I swear wasn’t there before.

I grabbed a fork and used that to get a piece of melon from the big bowl of fruit salad. I just keep picking up the bits of fruit and eating them. I’m not sure how much I ate, but I was focused. That’s when I felt my shoulders relax and the tense and unsettling feeling disappeared. I exhaled, and it felt like I had been holding my breath this whole time.

What could it be? Is it…is he here? As If he heard my question, I felt a presence behind me.

“Wow, you love fruit don’t you?” He snickered. I spun around to see the almighty Oh Sehun standing there. He stood in a crisp suit that was missing a tie. His black hair was slicked back with a nice side part to it. He wore an expensive looking watch on his wrist.

“Fruit is delicious,” I mumbled before turning my back to him once again to get more fruit. He moved from behind him and was standing beside me this time.

“You haven’t been answering my calls.” He stated, taking a water bottle in his hand. I chewed and swallowed the piece of watermelon that was in my mouth

“Well, of course, lover boy, it wouldn’t be any fun if I just give in, now would it?” I teased. I turned to look at him, and his eyes were already on me. My heart was starting to race again, and it’s almost like he could tell. A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

“Y/N!” Jang Mi called, I turned around to see her standing there with a smirk on her lips and one of our cameras in her hands.

“I’m sorry to interrupt the flirting, but we need Mr. Oh for the photo shoot.” She giggled and the other men were standing behind the backdrop, chuckling along.

Sehun started walking forward, paying no mind to the teasing.

“We were not flirting. I was just eating fruit.” I answered, trailing behind the handsome business man.

“Oh, is that what kids call it these days?” She sneered. I playfully hit her shoulder as she laughed.

Jang Mi will be shooting for the group and pair photos, while I will work with the individuals. I stood at the computer as she took the shots. Damn, some of them are so stiff. After some shots, Jang Mi told them to stay where they are.

She walked over to me and nearly whispered, “How are we supposed to get rid of their cold image if they are taking photos like that?” I sighed, thinking for a moment.

Jang Mi is only supposed to be my assistant. I guess I’ll probably have to take over for this whole shoot. I assured her that it wouldn’t be too much work for me. She handed me the camera and I walked towards the men who stood there with serious looks on their faces.

I inhaled and exhaled.

“Okay,” I began, “We are trying to get rid of your stiff and cold image. To do that…you can’t look so stiff. Relax! Your shoulders are so tense and your smiles and so strained!”

All the men looked at me a bit confused. I guess that they are too used to just regular business photos. Their natural smiles at that party were s carefree, but when told to smile…it looks so rough. The only person

“Here, if I relax maybe you’ll relax,” I said. I gave the camera back to Jang Mi and took off the blazer I had on, revealing my short sleeve red blouse. I also took off my heels leaving me barefoot. I tossed the two things aside earning some chuckles from the men standing there.

I didn’t mess the way Sehun smirk. I walked towards the men, stopping for a moment.

“Is it okay if I fix your clothes a bit?” I glanced behind me at the stylists. They didn’t seem to care much so I moved forward. I started making adjustments to their outfits so they didn’t seem like stuffy businessmen. When I got to the last person, it was none other than Oh Sehun.

He stood there in a full suit. It was a lot different from the outfit he was wearing when we were standing by the food table. They also put this ugly green tie on him. I couldn’t stop my face from scrunching up as I stared at the ugly tie. He snickered at my reaction, causing me to realize I’ve been standing there gawking at him.

“Take off the suit jacket,” I ordered. I sounded out of breath as I spoke and I don’t know why.  This sort of feeling was bubbling up in my chest as I stood in front of him. He took off the suit jacket and handed it to me. I took it and tossed it to the side, making sure it wasn’t gonna be in the picture.

He stood there looking at me for more instruction. Wow, his shoulders are really broad.

Y/N, focus! I shook my head slightly as if shaking off the thoughts.

“Open some of the top buttons of your button up,” I said. He did so, opening the first few buttons of the white button. I also had him open the buttons on the wrists of the shirt, before folding and pushing up the sleeves a little bit to reveal some of his forearms.

I sighed before taking a step back to look at all the men in front of me.

“Much better,” I mumbled,

“I agree,” Minseok said, “This seems a lot better than those stuffy suits.”

I nodded, walking towards Jang Mi who had the camera held out to me. I took it in my hands and started taking the photos once again. Things were looking better. Their way of posing was pretty awkward at first, but then they started to chat among themselves as I shot the pictures. It comes off well. I captured the laughs and the interactions between them all. I couldn’t help but laugh along.

“Please Jun, stop with the bad jokes.” Jongdae groaned while Junmyeon laughed at his own jokes. He said another joke and busted out laughing while the others rolled their eyes. I made to sure to capture all those moments.

“Hyung, you’re not funny.” Sehun voiced scratching the back of his head.

“Oh please, I’m totally funny. Let’s ask Y/N. Y/N, are my jokes funny?” Everyone has focused on me once again. Although it was Junmyeon who asked the question, my eyes were on Sehun. He stood there with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, waiting to hear my answer.

“I think the jokes are funny,” I answered honestly.

“See! Y/N thinks I’m funny!” He turned towards Sehun, who stood about 2 people away from him.

“Y/N also inhales fruit like it’s oxygen so maybe you both are just freaks,” Sehun replied, running his fingers through his hair.

I flinched at the word freak. I felt an uncomfortable ping in my chest. I tried to play it off.

“Hey,” I protested, “Fruit are delicious! There’s nothing wrong with that.” Although my retort was serious, Sehun gave that a smirk. That same smirk he showed in middle school and high school. While the others laughed at my protest, flashes of middle school Sehun appeared before me again. Those hateful eyes, which seemed to burn right through me.

“Oh please! I’ve never seen anyone inhale food like that. You gotta be some type of freak.” His tone was light. He was clearly teasing me and didn’t mean anything by it. But there it was. That word again.

Freak.

As if it was a reflex, I took a few shaky steps back. The fear I used to feel back in those days was suddenly taking me into its grips.

“Ugh, it’s lens freak! Don’t get too close! She might rub off on you!”

“Lens freak!”

“Lens Freak!”

“Freak! Stay back!”

“Y/N?” Sehun’s voice was now drenched with concern. My grip on the camera tighten and my gaze met the floor as tears began to burn my eyes.

You can’t do this Y/N! Not here!

“Y/N?” This time it was a different voice. It was Jang Mi who stood behind me. I took a few more shaky steps back before bumping into Jang Mi who looked on with worried eyes.

“Sorry,” I said, looking up to meet the worrisome gazes of the nine men before me. I quickly wiped the tears that were brimming in my eyes.

“Sorry, sorry.” I kept repeating. Ugh, this is so embarrassing.

“I think you should take a break. I’ll take the individual photos, so you just take a seat.” Jang Mi said taking the camera out of my hands. Before I could even protest, Sehun was walking towards me. He placed his hand on the small of my back, leading towards the further end of the room.

I was so shocked by his sudden concern. My eyes met Jang Mi’s, who was also confused. His touch isn’t bothering me like I was expecting. It’s sort of…comforting.

“Just have a seat.” He whispered into my ear. One of the stylists brought a chair near the food table. I sat down and sighed.

“I’m fine,” I argued, “My mind just wandered somewhere.”

“Where on earth does your mind wander for you to start crying like that? I’ve never seen someone look so scared in my whole life.” He sounded like a parent lecturing their child.

“Just stay there and eat all the fruit you want.” He instructed. My brows furrowed and I was starting to get a bit angry. I felt like he was ordering me around.

“Mr. Oh, I am feeling well, please don’t worry.”

“Well, I can’t help but worry.”

My eyes narrowed at him in confused, He stood towering above me, his hands in his pockets once again. His eyes stayed on me like he was worried I would get up and disappear.

“Why? Why are you so concerned when it comes to me?” My voice dropped to almost a low whisper. My eyes moved to the scene behind Sehun where the individual shoots began.

 It was Kyungsoo who was up. The other 6 men were walking towards the curtain placed in the back area of the room, so they could do outfit changes. Jang Mi was doing very well behind the camera now.

I looked back at Sehun. He took his hands out of his pocket and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Y/N, I know things are confusing…but I will explain everything. I’m new to all this and I am not sure what to do. I have a meeting after this shoot. It’ll take about 2 hours. If we could meet up then, I’ll explain everything.” He said, looking down at me.

“We’ll be there too.” I looked to my left to see Jongin, one of Sehun’s brother that I haven’t heard speak much.

I looked between the two men before nodding, “Okay…I just want to figure this thing out so I can move on with my life.”

“Move on with your life?” Jongin questioned looking at Sehun for an explanation as if he would have one.

“I’ve made it clear to Mr. Oh that I do not wish to do more than business. I don’t have room in my life for anything other than my photography.” I said. I watched a strange expression come onto Jongin’s face. It almost looked like he was disappointed or even worried about something.

The rest of the shoot went pretty well. Both Sehun and Jang Mi refused to let me even touch the camera, so I watched on. I gave Jang Mi a few pointers, but that was really all I could do. It finally came to the last individual shoot, which was Sehun’s.

I took a seat near the food table as Sehun did his shoot. Of course, we met eyes every once in awhile.

“Y/N.” Someone called me. I looked towards the voice to see Chanyeol and Baekhyun standing in their suits once again. It’s like every time I make eye contact with them, flashes of middle school show up in my mind.

I showed them a strained smile before looking towards the photo shoot.

“Have you worked for us in the past?” Baekhyun suddenly questioned.

“No, why?”

“It seems like you have such a dislike for Sehun. From the moment you met him, so I was wondering if you’ve worked for him in the past? Maybe he said something to get on your bad side?”

I shook my head, “That’s not possible.”

Chanyeol nodded and agreed with my words, “You’re right it’s not possible. Cause if you had met before, he would have already mat-”

“–But anyways,” Baekhyun spoke urgently, “We have to head back to work. We are looking forward to working with you. We hope this project turns out well.”

After the shoot ended, Sehun changed back into his suit while I helped pack up some things. Jang Mi and I started putting our camera gear away.

“Let’s stop by the tech place a bit, After I drop you home, I’ll have to come back here,” I explained.

“You’ll have to come back here?” She raised an eyebrow at me. A knowing smile appeared on her lips and all I could do was roll my eyes.

“I have some things to discuss with Mr. Oh.” I tried to add casually.

She spotted what she was doing to grin, “You got some things to discuss? Sounds steamy. Is he gonna bend you over his desk and have his way with you?”

I opened my mouth to shut her down but someone from behind beat me to it.

“It’s a bit too early for that don’t you think?” I spun around, totally horrified.

“Those were her words, not mine! I am not expecting to be bent over your desk.” My words jumbled together and my face was growing hot.

“It’s fine,” Sehun assured me, “I just wanted to say goodbye before going.”

My eyebrows shot up at the almost shy man in front of me. Are we really sure this is Oh Sehun?

“Oh,” the surprise who clear in my voice, “okay. I will see you later.”

He nodded, before saying a small goodbye to Jang Mi and leaving the room.

“Wow, he is smitten with you.” Jang Mi said, “he’s like the heart eyes emoji every time he sees you.”

“I guess so.”

“I think you should give him a chance. At least get to know him, and if you don’t like him then let him down easy.” Jang Mi suggested. I bit my lip as I thought. He seems like a different person now, but I don’t think it’s healthy for my wellbeing to be around him. He brings up too many memories from the past.

Despite that, something in me has an urge to be near him. It feels like I’m having some type of internal battle.


“What am I getting myself into?” I said as the elevator doors open. This is the highest floor which has the lounge for the CEO of the company. When the elevator doors opened, I was greeted by a tall bulky man who seemed to be security.

“Y/N, they have been waiting for you. Please follow me.” He spoke in a deep and booming voice. He started walking down a hallway with dark gray walls and beautiful lights that led the way. It was pretty dim and reminded me of the hallways in a bar or club. There were multiple rooms we passed in the hallway, but soon the hallway came to a big open area with couches, a big flat screen TV, and a bar. There the 9 men talking and chatting.

My eyes found Sehun right away. He stood near the furthest wall, which was basically a big window looking over the sunset.

“Y/N,” Chanyeol said as I walked in. The guard left, leaving me to fend for myself. Sehun who’s back was to me, spun around when Chanyeol said my name.

He smiled, and I returned the gesture.

“So,” I feel a bit awkward, “you said you were gonna explain some things?”

“Yeah, of course.” He said before taking a seat on one of the couches. I walked over, sitting down next to him, but leaving as much space as I could without drawing attention to it.

“So umm…” Sehun started, “please have an opened mind, it may seem like a bit much.” I nodded my head, wondering what this could be about. I looked around at Sehun’s brothers and realized they were all watching me closely, maybe watching for my reaction? They all seemed very serious as well.

The atmosphere was so tense I laughed to ease it, “Come on, just tell me! You guys are freaking me out.”

Sehun sighed, “We are wolves.”

I blinked at him a bit confused, “Wolves? Wolves when it comes to business?”

Sehun shook his head, “No, we’re actual wolves.”

My brows furrowed as I tried to understand what he was saying, “Like you shift into wolves when there’s a full moon?”

Sehun snickered, “Not during full moons, but yes.”

I chuckled, “Are you being serious? Wolves? Really?”

Everyone in the room nodded, not a single trace of a laugh on their face. They’re serious. Should I just play along with this? Yet, if it’s a joke…why does it feel like I’m accepting it so easily?

I sat there trying to piece my scattered thoughts, “O-okay…what kind of wolves are we talking about? Like Teen Wolf type of wolves or big Twilight type of wolves?”

Sehun cocked his head to the side at my question, “I would say the Twilight type?”

I’m pretty sure my jaw had dropped as I stared at him. A wolf? Really? Is this some type of joke. As much as I wanted to leave, I wanted to know what this had to do with me.

“Every wolf has a mate. A wolf’s mate is someone who he is destined to be with. Their love and bond is something humans probably could never even understand. A wolf knows his mate the second he lays eyes on her. She becomes his everything and someone he’s set to protect.” Minseok said from the couch across from me.

“Okay…” I spoke slowly, “what does that have to do with me?” I asked. The room became that awkwardly quiet again. My eyes moved to Sehun who’s eyes were already answering my question. I looked towards the others, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.

“No, no, no. Please don’t tell me, I’m Sehun’s…mate?? That’s not possible. You guys are wolves, okay great, cool. But I’m not Sehun’s mate. There must be a mistake.”

Sehun shook his head, “There’s no mistake Y/N.”

“I thought I made it very clear that I don’t want any type of relationship with you. I don’t even want a friendship.” I exclaimed.

“I made that very clear, and now you’re telling me I’m his mate? Am I destined to be with him? I don’t believe any of this!”

This doesn’t make any sense? He made my life a living hell in my teenage years…was I his mate then? If I was his mate why would he treat me that way?

The room was silent, so I decided to speak again since no one was offering words. Their eyes stayed on me as I thought things through.

“Have you been a wolf your whole life?” I looked at Sehun with pointed eyes.

I saw a flash of hope in his eyes since I was showing interest.

“Well, I knew I was going to become a wolf when I was younger. All of the pack were there as I was growing up…I didn’t have my first transformation till my junior year of high school.” He admitted.

“He’s what we call a late bloomer.” Jongin joke, causing Sehun to roll his eyes.

My eyes focused on my hands again. As much as I don’t want to believe this wolf thing…nothing in me feels like it’s a lie. They’re wolves…okay, but being his mate? That can’t be!

“So that explains all the weird emotions I get around you?” I asked softly.

He nodded, “Yes, that happens. Along with the desire to be near each other and the desire to touch each other. That’s also why there is a sense of relief around each other.”

My eyes stayed on my hands in my lap.

This mate thing can’t be that serious right? If I reject him…it won’t be that big of a deal. Then again, the way he spoke about the mate being a wolf’s everything sounds intense. I can’t do this! I can’t do this! I can’t have him in my life!

I shot up from my seat, standing on my feet. Sehun stood up also, looking on in confusion and fear.

“Y/N, whatever I did to make you dislike me, to the point that you don’t even want to be friends, I am sorry I apologize. Please don’t leave.” Sehun said.

“It’s nothing you did,” I lied, “I just don’t have room for other relationships in my life. Plus all this is a bit much don’t you think?” I turned around to leave.

“What about tense and stressed you feel when I’m not around?” Sehun started. I stopped walking as he spoke.

“The urge to be close to me, and the urge to touch me…those weren’t in your head you know? If you didn’t feel any of those things then look me in the eyes and tell me. I’ll leave you alone after that.” He requested.

I turned around to face him, and his brows were furrowed as he watched me. Rather than replying to his statement, I sighed.

“I need time. I need time to think. After I think a bit, I’ll come to you and let you know where I am with all this. Till then, please leave alone okay?” With those words, I spun around to walk away but a wave a dizziness suddenly hit me. I stumbled a bit. My hand went up to my forehead, cause my head was starting to ache.

“Y/N? Y/N, just sit down for a bit.” Sehun said. He set a hand on the small of my back and his other hand held mine as I tried to gain my balance. The room began to spin even more, and then I felt myself falling back slightly. I was caught right away, as someone frantically called my name.

“Y/N? Y/N? What’s wrong? are you okay?” That sounded like Sehun.

“Maybe she’s tired, or she worked too hard at the photo shoot?” That sounded like Junmyeon. I slowly began to lose consciousness, the voices around fading away.

The last thing I heard was concerned voices calling out to me, and the shuffling of people moving around me.


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anonymous asked:

I think you might be as in to Jake wearing glasses as I am.

seriously tho like picture this:

  • jake working on a case and having to squint/move close to watch surveillance videos (which has already happened) 
  • also having to look real close to fill out his reports for holt
  • jake ignores amy’s constant requests for him to get his eyes checked
  • finally amy has had enough and she knows he would never willingly go with her so she tells him they’re going paintballing
  • upon passing the paintball place jake snaps his head and looks at amy and he’s like ames we passed laser tag turn around and amy says “oh yea i did” with a smile on her face and keeps driving
  • then jake realizes where they’re going and the fear sets in
  • at the doctor’s office they’re sitting in the waiting room with a bunch of business men and women in boring (as gina would say) ‘amy clothes’
  • jake has his arms crossed and slumped in his chair and he whisper exclaims “this is the worst! why would you ever bring me here? only old people need glasses and you but you were born in your 50’s”
  • amy just glares at him and after a second he again whisper exclaims “im sorry but I’m just really upset right now I’m getting glasses like an old person AND i’m not paintballing”
  • fast forward to after the examination and it turns out the bitch was rly blind as suspected and now they’re picking out glasses and amy chooses ‘andy style’ glasses and he hates them but he loves amy so ofc he agrees to them
  • and now back at the precinct they’re at their desks and amy says ‘arent you glad we went jake?’ and he’s like “ugh yea i guess but I’m letting you know right now i will be putting them on my penis” and yet again she just glares at him for a really long time
  • the end
Day 99: Exorcism in the Ozarks

To understand the place of spirit possession and exorcism within the context of Ozark folk beliefs, we first have to explore where this belief in the spirit world comes from. Now, before I continue I want to clarify some possible misunderstandings about folk traditions like this. These are not to be considered “pagan” or “witchcraft” traditions, because, from the context of the people who belong to this tradition these words would be considered heretical and directly against their orthodox religious beliefs. While it could be said that these folk beliefs represent remnants of much more ancient pagan practices, from the standpoint of studying a living folkloric tradition we must use the vocabulary given to us by the people who are from within this tradition.

Therefore, this worldview in relation to spirits and the spirit world is completely within the context of Christian, specifically Protestant Christian, values and doctrine. That’s to say that the “spirits” are divided into the categories of angels, demons (which includes the Devil, or “Old Scratch” as he’s sometimes called), or ghosts (also called “haints”, which often represent long dead relatives).

The settler families in the Ozark Mountains were mostly descendants from Appalachian Mountain folk who were descendants of Scots-Irish and German immigrants, with a few exceptions of families of immigrants who mixed with either the Native American populations or with Africans brought over in the slave trade, or some combination thereof. My own family is of mixed racial heritage. This means that for the Ozarks there is a uniquely rich folkloric heritage that can be claimed by several different traditions, that’s to say that there are many different sources for beliefs on the spirit world, all of which have added their own ingredients to the common folklore stock.

For people in the Ozarks (at least for the old timers) the world of spirit and this world were uniquely intertwined with one another, so that in certain places, or at certain times of the day/year, the veil between the spirit world and this world is a little bit thinner. Much of this belief system was influenced by Irish and Scottish beliefs in the otherworld and the “Fair Folk” or “People of the Hills”. Still to this day, in many of the more rural places in the Ozarks, Halloween is seen as a time of the year when spirit activity is more active and certain precautions, such as leaving out food for passing ghosts, or lighting a candle in the front window, are taken as a way of not offending the spirits of the land.

Remedies against this spirit work can be seen in the use of herb packets, charms, or other ingredients that are placed inside the sole of your shoe as a way of safeguarding against any tricks that are laid down. There’s also an important tradition of keeping a watchful eye on the landscape when walking or hiking. Certain trees or rocks that seem out of place or ominous might contain a spirit that if angered could cause harm to anyone near it. I’ve seen old timers wear various charms to safeguard from spirits like this, and on more than one occasion I’ve seen farmers refuse to cut a lone tree in their fields for fear of causing any harm to its spirit.

But as we see, these are just preventatives of spirit work or spirit possession. What can we do when the harm has already been done to us?

This is where exorcism or spirit healing would come into play. Now, I will reiterate what I said earlier on, that we must use the vocabulary of the people within this tradition. Here I am using the word exorcism, when in fact that word is very rarely used in this folkloric tradition, mostly because of its connection to Catholicism, which was often condemned by Protestant hillfolk. Many of the Ozark families still pass on stories of their Protestant ancestors who were arrested, killed, or driven out of their homelands by the established Church. I myself have ancestors who were Huguenots, Dunkards, Quakers, and Brethren, all of whom immigrated because of religious persecution. So, when talking about this subject it’s perhaps more appropriate to approach it from the standpoint of spirit healing or faith healing, rather than exorcism.

In the Ozark folk magic tradition there are many categories of healers or folk magicians. Some of these are the “yarb doctors” who mostly work with plant based cures and charms, “power doctors” or “goomer doctors” who heal with the use of prayers, verbal charms, and physical talismans or amulets, and “witch doctors” who specifically focus on the healing of certain bewitched or “goomered” conditions. It should be noted that in no case do hillfolk themselves call these people witches, magicians, shamans, sorcerers, or any other term that may be wrongfully applied to them today. You may occasionally hear people refer to “white witches” in the case of healers, or “water witches” who are able to find water sources deep below the ground, and sometimes “conjurer” will be used, but these are rarities.

The faith healer or local pastor and the power doctor were often one in the same, and it shouldn’t be thought that there was always a distinction between the two occupations. In the Ozarks the healer is usually always seen as a person of strong faith, and oftentimes the pastor or preacher is sought in cases of healing where herbal remedies are not working or there’s a powerful spiritual dimension to the sickness. There are a variety of ways that this spiritual healing might happen. I always like to say that the folk magic tradition has as many practices as there are healers, but one practice of particular interest to me is the use of animal products in spirit healing.

Three examples of these animal products are: skulls, eggs, and chicken/bird feet. Skulls are used mostly in the case of mental illness or severe head pains/wounds. This form of sympathetic magic works on the principle that a magical animal skull is used to draw out a malicious spirit (sometimes referred to as poison) from a person’s head, and then the skull is cleansed in water or other liquids or sometimes set on fire as a way of destroying the sickness of the patient.  Eggs (specifically eggs laid by black hens) are used much in the same way, where the egg is drawn along a patient’s body, drawing in all evil spirits or poisons, and then the egg is either buried or cracked open, thereby releasing the illness and healing the patient. There are variants of the egg cure in cultures all over the world, but one living tradition that still heals with eggs is Curanderismo. A black chicken’s foot (or black bird’s foot in general) can be used to scratch out an evil spirit from inside someone’s body. This is more sympathetic magic, the idea being that a bird that scratches out in the yard, is going to be good at scratching up evil from out of a person’s body.

There’s an interesting folk disease that probably deserves its own article, called “live things” or sometimes just “things” and it can be seen in the Ozarks as well as in a lot of different traditions from around the world. It involves a person who feels like they have living reptiles, insects, or sometimes small mammals, inside their body. These critters were put there by a witch who fed the person some part of the animal, or made them step on it. The goomer or power doctors are able to exorcize these spirits through various different ways, most of which involve a strong purgative.

The Ozark folklore tradition is rich with stories and practices relating to the spirit world. There’s no way that one article can fully explain the significance of these spirit beliefs to the people who hold this worldview. I can only hope to give a small glimpse of these beliefs to people who might not have otherwise known they existed, and in my own way I hope to change the view many people have of the Ozarks and its peoples.

A Sprinkle of Rain with a Dash of Love

Originally posted by tonyandzivauk

Originally posted by mochipanko

You were convinced you controlled the weather. Since spring started everything had been fine and dandy. The sun shone bright, flowers bloomed and even birds chirped by your bedroom window. And then Sunday striked, the epitome of a bad day and the entirety of D.C had decided to mourn with you.

Rain storm after rainstorm and even when there was a sliver of sunlight there was at least a bit shower.

Just like now.

You stood under the feeble asbestos sheet that covered the roof, the smell of dead rotting flesh filling the air. The smell should have bothered you but 6 years of working at NCIS had strengthened your tolerance. It however had not had the same effect on McGee who was puking in the bushes behind the house. You’d taken this time to wallow in self pity, ponder upon your impending infertility and whether there was such thing as a dog lady because you weren’t exactly the biggest fan of cats.

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anonymous asked:

sooo if its still up somewhere (if they ever posted it that is) you totally want to direct us to the novel length bandom fic your friend wrote you? if its private, can we at least know the band? ...you know, for reasons. ;) (can we maybe have fic recs?)

It’s up on Ao3! (To Die Will Be) An Awfully Big Adventure, by FayJay.

I am not exaggerating when I say it is one of my top two favorite bandom fics. The other one is Constructive Summer (I just call it bandpires), which is over on LJ. It is never going to be on Ao3, as the author passed away last year. 

There’s a delightful  MCR/Addams Family cross-over: These Addams Men, Where Do You Find Them? (It Has To Be Damp.), which is the fic that got me into reading RPF. 

Seance Weather by dear_monday is kidfic with an Addams Family flavor, and is wholly adorable.

Something Wicked This Way Comes, also by dear_monday, is about the end of the world, occult forces tearing into reality, and is vaguely SPN flavored. 

Unholyverse by Bexless is an excellent, multi-part story involving demons, the Catholic church, and hapless tattoo artists.

My Personal Plea

I’m still safely evacuated in California, where I will be for the foreseeable future with my boys. My husband is military, and has stayed behind in Miami. I won’t be on for a while, at least until the worst of this has passed. 

Please, if you are in Florida…ANY PART OF FLORIDA NOW….I say this with love: GET THE FUCK OUT, IF YOU CAN. Please do not try to ride it out. This storm will kill you if you are in the red zone, which is the entire lower half of Florida. 

I’m a little emotional right now, as I am in danger of losing everything . I’m trying to cope with how to tell my boys their home has been destroyed, if it comes to that. They miss their father, and cry for him as news of this storm spreads even all the way over here. I’m trying to be strong for them, but I’m starting to crack. 

 I don’t wish this on anyone. Please, everyone stay safe, and my fellow mutuals that are FL girls as well are in my thoughts. I’ll update when I can. 

- Emmy 

Update

I am safe!!!

It was a pretty rough night last night, but the hurricane left no major damage to any property or to myself. I consider myself lucky that it was weakened considerably before even reaching where I am. I didn’t lose power, which is amazing cus a lot of my friends did. 

The hurricane is now moving away from my area, and has also been downgraded to “tropical storm” category, so the immediate danger has passed! 

Thank you to everyone who was worrying about me. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers!
To any who still is or was in the storm’s path, I hope you’re ok too!

Hey friends. My birthday August 14th and I was wondering if anyone would like to donate to help me get to Otakon for a great birthday weekend. Many of you know that this year has been particularly hard on me financially as I’ve been getting very few hours while also dealing with illness and fallout from being incompatible with most psych meds, one of which I ended up actually allergic to.

On top of that, some personal things have made my living situation very hectic and tense which has kicked off my anxiety and led to numerous breakdowns. It’s best for me if I get away for a bit. It also destroyed my original weekend plans so I couldn’t even plan for Otakon.

And while I did get a second job, both jobs are barely giving me hours to the point where this week I literally only am getting 20 hours combined.

Otakon is something I’ve gone to for like 5 years and it means a lot to me as it’s a place where I get to see some good friends I only see at cons and I basically have a whole weekend of partaking in fandom and escaping for a bit. It’s also the only thing I want for my birthday and I never really receive gifts or even ask for them as I don’t live near any immediate family and my closest relatives are about an hour away.

A friend has already graciously agreed to pay my hotel fee for my birthday which I am super thankful for. A weekend pass is $90 if I get it in advance which I can do up until the day of the con. Parking for the weekend will cost me $52 if I purchase a spot in advance (the con is in DC and the hotel doesn’t have parking so I’ll need to park in a garage). Gas/Tolls will be about $25 combined. And I wouldn’t mind having a bit extra for food for the weekend. The minimum to get me to Otakon will be $167.

I have Venmo @KierraSP and my paypal is Viva.la.revolution.now@gmail.com

If I go I’ll take plenty of pictures to share with everyone!

Nesta’s Rage

I WROTE SMUT! LORD SAVE ME THERE IS NO GOING BACK NOW!

So this is my first time ever writing smut. >//////<

It is 3am and I have not reread this, so I apologise if it doesn’t flow very well  or if there are mistakes, but I really wanted to do something for Nessian smut week! So I picked Day 3, Angry!sex, because come on!

I will probably reread tomorrow and edit, but I just wanted to post this now before I lost my nerve!

Enjoy

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